Tired from flying and cleaning my room, I tried going to bed last night at 1am. Apparently I wasn't tired enough because my new 37 year-old roomie and his friend's voices woke me up every hour or so...along with their footsteps, the sound of the crooked bathroom door scraping the floor, the hinge on the front door squeaking, and the suction of the fridge door opening and closing. How can two people make so much noise for so long? They must have OCD...or they were high and had the munchies. (I smelled weed when I first walked in the apartment.)
8:00am Please let me sleep in for an hour. BOOM BOOM! The ceiling shook and the light bulb on the ceiling clanged against its glass enclosure. WHAT THE F*CK, PEOPLE, LET ME SLEEP! (The new owner of the apartment is renovating upstairs.) I close my eyes for a bit more while bombs drop upstairs.
9:02am KNOCK KNOCK!
37 year-old roomie: You can use the bathroom now!
Me: Wha? That wasn't me!
Girl who is taking care of my roomie's cat while she's in LA: That was me.
37 year-old roomie: Oops, sorry! I feel bad for waking up what's-her-name (he hasn't met me yet and thinks I'm the girl who subletted my room)
9:03am I want to punch somebody. I try closing my eyes but the pounding is too loud. I decide to wake up but have no one to complain to because most people are still sleeping on the west coast.
When the plane was descending into La Guardia Airport yesterday, I saw the Manhattan skyline with the sunset backdrop and was excited to be in NY again. But the feeling of excitement quickly changed. I miss home. I missed it when I first walked into my nasty ass apartment last night. I missed it even more when I showered in the moldy-rusty-residue-stained bathroom walls and when I used the toilet with god only knows how many asses have sat on it. I just need to give it some time and then I'll become desensitized to my surroundings.
I really don't feel like walking out my room right now to meet the new people but I have to run some errands today. Let the blogging begin...
3 comments:
I totally know the feeling. Hang in there. Looks like just a few months until you are back home
Hey there- so has the new roommate cleand the bathroom yet? Or has he killed your psychotic self adn cleaned up that mess?! Just a couple of more months until you get some OC (and Corona) (actually I guess it's LBC and Corona) visitors!
Thanks for your support, Anonymous...do I know you? This better not be Tim cuz if it is, leave your name, doofus.
And Tawnia--no, he hasn't cleaned out bathroom yet but the fridge looks new! No more dried beef blood! You better visit me!
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